cleolinda

Not doing so well today. I had two pleasantly busy run-around days of errands, and then I kind of crashed yesterday because I'm still a bit consumptive and easily fatigued, but I tried to get some writing done anyway. It was slow and sludgy, but I made some progress. I made, however, zero progress on the cleaning and decorating required for the next Secret Life. And today, my wrist hurts (like I've been holding it on the keyboard the wrong way, that kind of hurt) and my right eye is bothering me, like I'm about to develop an eye-strain eyelid twitch again. Also, I have run out of one of my medications and my doctor is being all passhole-aggresshole about not calling it in, possibly because I had to cancel my med check appointment last week. Like, if this pisses you off or you insist on talking to me again first, just tell me, rather than not call back or say anything and refuse authorization when the pharmacy calls you. Like, it's not even "Oh, maybe she's out of office, it's the holidays"; they said she actually refused authorization. She's never done something like this before. I don't even know. And now I'm doing this really childish omg is she mad at me? thing and being afraid to call her. But I'm going to have to, because I'm out of Lamictal and it is the scary medication that you do not want to fool with. So... Day Two of no Lamictal, that is probably a large part of the problem, actually.

In more pleasant news, my college friend David has a chapter in In the Peanut Gallery With MST3K: Essays on Film, Fandom, Technology and the Culture of Riffing, and he interviewed me for it. It's up for pre-order now (it comes out in March. "Will not arrive for Christmas." NO KIDDING), and I may buy a couple of extra copies and do some kind of giveaway. We're also trying to get foresthouse's rapidly imminent second eye surgery paid for, and I'm trying to decide how soon to auction off--well, let's go ahead and announce it:




Tag it #massivepersonalsacrifice (she said, tongue firmly in cheek), because I am giving up the Barbie Alice. Mostly because I didn't want to deal with yet another pair of the same character and I came to love the Tonner Alice once I made a few adjustments. I decided to quit while I was ahead and gave up on cunning plans to flip her hair, since the little bob she did come with looks much better than in the prototype picture, and I had to rig a little extension to get her choker on, but I managed it, and she is REALLY CUTE when you put her in a little dancy-dancy pose on her stand, SO. Do not cry for me, Shelfentina. I give Barbie Alice to you (one of you) of my own free will. And lack of shelf space.

Meanwhile, hybrid_xisha brings us news about the Last Unicorn Blu-Ray and good news (it looks like) about Peter S. Beagle's legal troubles.

And finally--using Youtube/Blip.fm/whatever as appropriate: bring unto me your favorite, legally available holiday music. My favorites, off the top of my head, are "Fairytale of New York" and "2000 Miles." And for some reason I associate "Toy Soldiers" with Christmas, even though it's about drugs or whatever, because there was this one Christmas where I got a pair of headphones with a radio built in and they were playing that every third song. Ah, childhood.